It's a compulsion Really out of my hands (Ba da, ba da) To tell you all about you making all the wrong plans But I grind my teeth (Grind my teeth) And I'll pick at this scar (Ba ba ba da) Anything to make it through a night at the bar Leave me with flat teeth With fresh wounds Another nervous tick Please leave me on the kitchen floor, with my dignity While I get sick Clean me out like an open sore (Clean me out) Say it's me that makes you a whore (Ba ba ba da) Go ahead blame the moon and sun Then deny, because that's what makes this fun You're just a symptom You're just a symptom You're just You're just a symptom You're just a symptom You're just (Ba da, ba da) Just a symptom (Ba da, ba da) Just a symptom Clean me out like an open sore Say it's me that makes you a whore (Ba ba ba da) Go ahead blame the moon and sun Then deny, because that's what makes this fun